Eleniel, Sirius and James were playing Quidditch. Well, they were taking it in turns to be the Keeper and the others would just try and score. Remus, who had never been one for heights, was sitting in the empty stands, alone, watching them. As usual, Peter was nowhere to be found.
James was taking his turn at being Keeper and Sirius was so busy taunting him in an attempt to put him off, he wasn't looking where he was flying.
His broom collided with Eleniel's with a thud. Eleniel lost her balance and fell. Sirius dived his broom downwards, managing to catch her before she hit the ground. James sped off to rescue her broom, which had gone spiralling off in the opposite direction. Remus had seen the whole event and was rushing down from the stands.
As Sirius landed his broom on the ground, he helped Eleniel off, saying gently "Careful Ellie, we don't want you ending up in the hospital wing!"
She rolled her eyes. "You can't really tell me to be careful when it was your fault that I fell" she replied.
Sirius looked hurt. "I didn't meant to knock you flying" he said in an injured tone. "I would never deliberately hurt you!"
She laughed. "It's okay Siri" she answered, turning to James as he handed her back her broomstick with a dramatic flourish.
James gave her an anxious look. "You're not hurt are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine" she reassured him.
Remus joined them. He hugged Eleniel. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern.
She rolled her eyes but laughed. "I'm fine! Now will you all stop asking me that!" she exclaimed.